Now that you've had some experience with making a character and creating a setting. We want to put our character in a world of your choosing. You can put them into a world of peace and tranquility, or a place of pain and anguish. If you'd like, you can keep it neutral to where the character has no idea exactly where they are, but you are having them in an environment that they can experience. Use the elements of the 5 senses to create the scene and let your character move about and interact with the environment. Your character should make contact with your environment and your environment should make contact with your character as given in the example in Ideal Setting.
Example: Ada hopped along the green bristles of light brush and grass towards the edge of the river. As the current raced across the bed of rocks like swimmers in the Olympics, clusters of water spilled over the edges of of the river and splashed against Ada's ankles. The cooling essence of the waters brought shivers and chills along Ada's bones to the point where her teeth rattled and clashed as if typing an urgent letter to the world that she's truly lost. The birds fluttered away from the tips of the pine trees. Their cries echoed, fading into the abyss of the forest, signaling there's no one around for miles.
Mark waited in his bed fully clothed, his socks and shoes still on. He stared at the ticking clock, waiting for his mother to fall asleep in the room across from his own. As soon as he heard her soft snores, it was go time. He got up steadily, grabbing his flashlight, phone, and charger from his nightstand. The moonlight reflected off of his midnight black hair, as he tiptoed down the hall. every little noise made him panic. He slowly made his way down the stairs, skipping the third because it always creaked. It was difficult to keep quiet, Mark wore combat boot sneakers and they were rather heavy. He Tip toed his way to the kitchen. He grabbed his empty backpack, and opened the cabinets. He grabbed canned goods, and crackers. He swiped cookies, and a loaf of bread off of the counter. After filling his bag, he turned to look at his home one last time. The walls seemed to scream at him. It was as if they were begging him not to leave. He ignored ignored there cries. His big brown eyes began to overflow with sadness, as he slowly slipped out the door. Mark didn’t know when he would be home again. He hated leaving his mother all alone. She was different after his dad died. Mark had always thought it was his own fault, so he felt like he had to take care of his mother. He hated the thought of her waking up with him not there. How worried and frightened she was going to be. He shook his head, wiped his tears, and told himself to be strong. After all, he had to do this for his friends.